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Control

With the tightness in my chest,

And the pit in my stomach,

I swear an oath that isn’t broken easily.

With the tears welling up,

And regrets rushing me over,

The crown was placed.

I am no longer in control of anything around me.

○° Eina

A/N: Haven't been posting for while, ahh! Sorry. Anyway, been working on another book called White lies. Currently writing chapter two so, it might take a week or so. Anyway, stay radiant!